The whipping post

sound of leather falls
falls mating with braced fair skin
beats loud into the night
an external heart pumping endorphins
there is no fear
there is no pain
there is nothing but the rhythmic strike
nothing to see
nothing to smell
nothing to taste
just the fullness of the gag

she is letting go
time has no more meaning
meaning has no more meaning
her legs struggle to control
her mind doesn’t recognize the crescendo
nor the drippings down her thighs
it takes his hands to bring her back
and his arms to cradle her trembles
he whispers soft words
a tender poem-like comfort
little kisses, like heavy dew
upon her smooth skin
until she is whole
and ready to be fucked